Dyslexia+Narcolepsy+Fibromyalgia = Sleepy, confusing, slow, often funny, it hunts when I laugh life !

It takes me so long to write posts that I often feel as though I've been to battle..and I have.  You see, I want to be witty and profound , to impart wisdom and peace onto my readers and save souls.  And, I want  to  feel smug and smart myself.   But, alas,  I spend so much time editing and rechecking and just plain thinking that by the time my post is written and published I'm worn out and bored myself  to death.
 Most often, the first and easiest decision I make when posting is the photography. Whether to make the pictures large, medium or small ,  post them to the right , center or left of the column is what sets me into anxiety mode and  adds to the publishing delay .  Knowing  which is the left or right hand  and controlling the digits there on is a circus in itself.   As for the edit and preview buttons, they are wonderful  but  no matter how many times I  preview when I finally push the publish button and read the real post,  there ,  shouting and glaring are multiple misspells and grammatical errors.  They do head stands just to get attention.  I can only thank the powers that be for spell check and hope the word I pick from those offered in exchange for my many typos and misspells is the correct one to use as a  replacement.  I've simply excepted   accepted the fact that I will never stop experiencing the feeling of being watched by my teacher and am about to be humiliated in front of the whole class for my grammar and slaughter of The English Language.  Not to mention usage, over usage, or lack of usage, of the comma and my poor sentence structure.  Maybe in my next life I will be normal.  Until then , try to ignore my errors and enjoy the perfection offered here in the beauty of my sisters flowers made in God's perfection and in the  love, beauty, and perfection to be found in family.   

CAGED

Sophia and Cohen love playing in Cyrus’ aviary.  Of course,  if this were a pen for them,  it would be a fight to the finish to get them into it.  And, wailing and the gnashing of teeth would be heard the whole time they were confined.But, as is, they ask for the door to be closed and secured while they play within.. Sophia is off to see the flowers at the end of the drive.  Sophia sits down to play and read .  She had packed her backpack full of toys and books for Cohen and herself.Aunt Margaret gives the children a ride in her gardening wagon.Once Sophia and Cohen are out of Cyrus’ play pen he inspects for damages.  Then he starts throwing his toys around to let them know this is his territory. ( Now that he will be in it they will have to make due with the rest of the yard for their play area. )

YESTERDAY

 The twins, our grand nieces, Tessa and Johanna, played indoors with the reborn dolls until the sun peeked through the clouds and the rain stopped.  Then it was off with Aunt Margaret to the thrift store to find baby clothes.

 Foo Kitty bathes before spying a moth flying in the room.  He waits to attack , anticipating a tasty morsel. 

Down the hall, Miss Maisey watches Margaret sleep.  I sneak a picture.  They must have been to the same hair dresser.

Today, Margaret makes more progress clearing her herb garden.

Murphy is so forlorn without his family this morning.  Cohen had his follow-up visit with the surgeon that removed the lesion from his scalp on March 30.  All is well and we are pleased with the benign biopsy result. 

The gang continues to wait for Toni and the children. 

I am not sure if they are perked up in happy anticipation or sheer terror.